I’ve officially become the buzzkill of the group.
Whether I’m traveling with friends, going to the movies or getting on the metro, no one is allowed to have any fun until I have performed a proper bed bug inspection.
And I don’t just mean a quick sweeping of the eyes. I’m talking flashlights, magnifying glasses and—as was the case during a recent hiking trip to Utah—headlamps.
This semi-OCD...

I hadn’t worked in multifamily housing in a few years. Instead I left and worked with the Dale Carnegie Training Organization, honing my craft and providing training solutions and direction to businesses across the globe. I was, however, eager to get back to my first love… the apartment industry!
Things hadn’t really changed much. On one hand, I was glad because I could get right back into the...

Yesterday I went into the community clubhouse to renew my lease for yet another year—partly because I like my apartment, but also because I’m far too lazy to clean out my car, let alone pack everything up and move.
As I was sitting there waiting to sign the papers and eating a caramel chew that I swiped from the communal candy dish, I overheard a young couple rattling off a list of complaints to...

The week I spent studying at Oxford was pure heaven.
But it wasn’t because I was re-tracing the steps of John Locke, sitting in the same classroom where T.S. Eliot once penned poetic masterpieces or visiting the pub where Bill Clinton smoked “but didn’t inhale.”
No, I couldn’t be bothered with such nonsense. I was too preoccupied with the likes of Mischa Barton.
I spotted the former O.C....